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He opened up a number of containers which spontaneously heated their own contents, causing an enticing aroma to pervade the screened-in area of the camp. They had a full, leisurely meal while the river made a soft sound of rushing water past the end of the peninsula and the still warm air was suffused by a pale brown twilight as the blue sun disappeared and the sky gradually reddened in an opposite direction.
The forest behind them and across the river was full of other strange sounds. Larry suddenly tensed and gulped when he thought he heard eerie laughter ringing out close behind him. He finally explained. It rubs its thick forelegs together. It was something like the roaring of an antiquated jet plane strafing the ground at close range.
And he explained that in spite of the impressive name the author of the sound was no larger than a rabbit. Thus the time passed while the two agents listened to the forest sounds and Lofty continued to describe their various sources. Until suddenly the drumming began.
Actually no one but Lofty was in a position to identify this new sound. It began with a deep, vibrating tone as if someone had struck a giant bell somewhere in the distance. Lofty listened keenly to the reverberations. Larry was about to say something but the old man hastily motioned him to silence. The bell-like drumming swelled louder. Then the pitch suddenly changed to a higher note. Shortly after that it lowered again but not as deeply as the original sound. And thus it continued.
The sound kept changing in volume and pitch at irregular intervals. Lofty still gave his undivided attention to the strange symphony.
The drumming finally ended although in a short while it started up again more faintly as though from a greater distance. And now Lofty seemed ready to explain what it was all about. They use a kind of drum when they do it. Actually they use a number of long, hollow glass trunks supported on a framework. But it sure looks as if the Evergreens have really found themselves a god or an idol of some kind and somewhere back in the forest they worship the thing. The drums seem to say that the god should not lose its patience and leave them.
For example their spoken word uuuuchi is just another drum tone when they convert it. You can pick up concepts but there are no actual words. Otherwise it could make some trouble for us.
He had no perception of the renewing splendour of his world as the deep red light of the mighty sun flooded over the land and the great ball of fire rose as big as a moon into the yellowing sky.
In the first place he was accustomed to such a sight because Passa was his habitat and all his life, other than the blue star, he had not seen anything else than this giant red one there in the yellow sky. And in the second place he was busy racking his brains about something. He remembered that he was supposed to do something. He was supposed to get up and continue on his way. He must have forgotten something. But what was it? Lofty had given him to understand that he had never been farther than this particular river and that now they were penetrating a region where no Terran had ever set foot.
Beyond the river there were not even any more names to go by. The river was called Windside—why, nobody knew—and it was the last westerly point of topographical reference with any name at all.
Farther west was unexplored territory. Fifty-four years ago the survey units of the Terran Fleet had flown over them and had only noted their position on a general map of the planet. They had left the naming of such landmarks to the settlers since this was their prerogative but the settlers had never come this far. If this were actually the case, then the 3-man glider team was liable to run into some very respectable opposition, once the goal was reached.
Once beyond the mountains they would be more than km from Modessa, which was the nearest city. Of course distance itself was not a prime factor if it should become necessary to send a distress signal.
Froyd Coleman and Maj. Bushnell could be informed immediately of what was going on out here in the unexplored hinterlands of the forest country. But Bushnell was only just now in the process of re-deploying his surveillance fleet so that a part of it could be called upon for help, if worse came to worst.
In a matter of 5 or 6 days he might even be able to send in a few destroyers as backup if Ron should call for them. It was not possible to wait until Bushnell took care of his redeployment tactics. Every day of inaction would give the Springers more of a chance to strengthen their position.
They had to be attacked as soon as possible. It was a cornerstone of the colonial psychological policy that the superiority of Terran technology was never to be demonstrated to the natives in any destructive sense. Experience had shown that from that moment on the native relationship to Terrans would be based solely on fear rather than on friendship. Actually they had only one advantage they might rely on in this case: this idol or god thing that was no doubt something concocted by the Springers was still unaware of their approach.
Perhaps the element of surprise would be a means of solving the problem in a hurry. He sensed hunger and thirst and his skin began to itch because it was starting to be the time for moulting.
But this awareness did not improve the situation. His thoughts became confused, on the one hand being occupied with the crisis in which he found himself and on the other hand trying to remember what it was that had made him stiff and incapacitated.
What was it? Where the creature had referred to the Mountains of Sssst, Ron stopped the machine. He had the selector erase the hissing sound from the tape and in its place he spoke the word Midland into one of the two microphones. After that he rewound and played back again. In the future when anyone spoke to an Evergreen concerning the Midland Mountains he would not have to ponder over the location.
Each year all positronic translator devices on Passa were processed for a coupled interchange of all new expressions. Ron himself would see to it that the name was entered onto the maps. The name Midland had not been chosen arbitrarily.
Judging from the map the mountainous formation lay fairly in the middle of the great equatorial continent. The glass forest grew at astonishing altitudes, even at the 16,foot level. Beyond that point, however, there was not even any transition zone where one might have expected the less pretentious plant forms to taper upwards into the rocky desolation of the heights.
Instead the naked rock began precisely at the edge of the forest. Otherwise the same picture presented itself below them—the endless glassy mantle of the forest. On this day the glider moved into the eastern foothills. The search for a campsite was much more time-consuming than it had been on the previous day. Lofty cautioned that the creatures had an unusually keen sense of hearing and were able to detect a quietly spoken word even at meters.
So Ron kept on looking until he found a place in the glass thickets of the forest that seemed to be less overgrown than its surroundings. He let the glider down carefully while slowly bending the elastic glass trunks in all directions.
Finally they were far enough below the main treetops and deep enough in the shadow of the forest so that the thermo-beams could be brought into play. They were only used in short bursts and with long pauses between so that it required almost an hour to clear the growths from an area sufficiently large enough for making camp. On this particular evening they did not find the same kind of romantic fascination in their wild surroundings as they had on the previous night in their campsite on the river peninsula.
They were in the region of their objective and here lurked the enemy. No one knew when he might strike. Of course by now his thoughts were almost exclusively occupied with the melancholy contemplation of the fate that awaited him when his great body became so weakened by hunger and thirst and the debilitating heat that it would finally collapse, causing his moulting skin to block the normal breathing of his pores.
He could hardly think anymore of the fact that he had forgotten something important or that he might be saved if he could remember it. By this time he had given up hope. Shortly before the red sun came up, three men discovered him in this condition.
It was not by chance that they had come to this particular area. They knew that one of the Evergreen tribes deep in the forest was missing one of its members.
These men were tall and broad-shouldered. When they spoke their voices were so loud and unrestrained that one might have thought the entire world was their exclusive property. They laughed a lot and they even roared with laughter when they found the Evergreen in his pitiable state. They brought with them an apparatus that was similar in its operation to the Terran transec.
The answers they were able to obtain were confused and incoherent. They tried to force the Evergreen to stand up but they did not succeed. His muscles appeared to be tied into knots that refused to be unloosened. The only thing they could do finally was to load him on board their vehicle by using a winch and then to start their return journey.
They had a very definite idea of what had happened to the Evergreen; it was a suspicion that was apparently so unsettling to them that they seemed to laugh much less than before.
However, the laws of Nature came into play and upset their plans. While en route the Evergreen began to go into the final stages of moulting without their realizing it.
The half-loosened old skin obstructed the breathing of the new epidermis and so when the glider finally landed the three men with their loud laughter and bellowing voices found themselves in possession of a sweet-smelling hide and something that was of far less value—the corpse of an Evergreen. Thus it had sat there until overcome with hunger and thirst and its skin began to shed. The poor thing had died of ignorance. The Prince of Darkness, Uuuyi-Iiio, casts his shadow upon us, thy poor servants.
Stand by us always, mighty AyaaOooy! O help thy children, Wisest of the Wise…! Meanwhile, Lofty Patterson was poking around in the empty food containers to see if he could find any leftovers from their meal. Finally Ron pocketed the notebook. Just momentary flashes on their screens that faded in a few moments. They questioned the mobile stations out in space about them and were informed that the monitors there had not shown a thing.
As a result they merely logged it for the record. There are such maniacs, you know. We have a few in our own fleet. What about that? What happened to the hypersensors? One of them was in the early A. The other was in the twilight hour. Lofty was issued a thermo hand-beamer which he was proud to possess. He could hardly be prevailed upon to put it in his belt. Ron was similarly armed but also took along the weapon that he referred to as a psycho-beamer.
With the latter item he could be sure of keeping the Evergreens in the dark as to their purposes. They were not yet worried about the Springers. Ron could not conceive of them operating in the open among the Evergreens. Presumably they kept in the background and managed to influence the natives with their idol or whatever the Sssst thing was.
This he considered to be a fairly easy task that would not be particularly dangerous. By means of a portable transceiver they were able to maintain contact with Larry Randall, who had remained to guard the glider.
Lofty started out in a northeasterly direction toward the most rugged part of the region. With a skill and dexterity that Ron would not have attributed to him, he wound his way expertly between the glass tree trunks.
By this means they made faster progress than Ron had expected. Although the red sun overhead was a giant, its brilliance was dwarfed by that of its companion star which was the actual daystar of Passa.
Also, in spite of the semi-transparency of the foliage here the forest still obscured some of the weak illumination. At ground level the glass jungle created a twilight in which it would have been difficult to read a newspaper.
A further problem was the fact that after the red sunlight had filtered down through the top of the forest its rays were widely scattered by multiple refraction. All around Ron was a dimly glittering confusion that blurred the outlines of every object and quickly tired the eyes.
Lofty suddenly came to a stop just when Ron was pressing through a thicket of young glass saplings. He bent over sideways instantly and flung out his arm to gain leverage from a nearby trunk, whereupon he pushed backward with such strength that he came within a hair of capsizing Ron entirely. Ron let out a curse but Lofty whirled and slapped a hand across his mouth. So he finally got the idea that something unusual must be happening.
Silently, Lofty pointed at something that was in front of him by a fallen tree trunk and Ron peered over his shoulder. At first he could see nothing but the usual dim glitter of reddish twilight and what seemed to be a black hole but which was actually a small clearing on the forest floor.
However, the dark spot suddenly acquired contours as well as movement. Ron saw an animal which was as large as a rat and had a similar appearance. As his eyes became more accustomed to the dim illumination he realized that the animal was not whole. Its hind portion was missing and yet it seemed to move. He stared at the half of a rat in front of him and saw that what was keeping it in motion was a swarm of beetles.
They appeared to be black in colour and were individually about half the size of a thumb. Actually the motion of the animal was an illusion. What was really happening was that it was being eaten alive. The beetles were consuming the body so rapidly that the rat seemed to be creeping into the swarm while gradually disappearing in the process. If Ron had pushed him one more step forward when he collided with him he would have put his foot right in the middle of the voracious creatures.
Apparently they were also sensitive to sound. When Ron moved his foot into a more comfortable position they seemed to hear the faint rustling it made and they became motionless for an instant. Two or three of them went toward the source of the sound but when there was no repetition of the noise they soon returned to their ghastly feast. Ron felt slightly nauseated. Carefully he drew the psychobeamer from his belt and aimed it at the swarm of carrion beetles.
When he pressed the trigger their movements ceased immediately. Several of them were knocked into the air by the silent shot but they simply fell back and lay still.
The energy charge that would have caused an intelligent being to surrender his will was sufficient to destroy their tiny insect brains. The stuff is a hellish poison when it gets into the blood stream.
He pulled himself together and when Lofty continued the march again he resolved to be more careful. The terrain suddenly rose upward steeply. Without any apparent reason the glass tree trunks were not as close together here as before, so in spite of the incline the two men moved ahead more swiftly. Finally, Lofty again came to a sudden stop.
Ron discovered that they were standing in a small circular clearing, which was strange since he recalled having seen no openings in this area when he had flown over it in the glider. Looking upward he noted that the trees arched together overhead in such a manner that they provided as thick a coverage as anywhere else, if seen from above.
Several of the trees that concealed the clearing were growing at a higher level on top of a rocky ledge to his left. When he looked more closely at this outcropping of stone he discovered that there was a deeper darkness under its rim that must have been several meters in width and height.
He was about to step past Lofty to have a closer look at it when Lofty blocked him with an arm. He finally picked up a few small stones and threw them into the cave opening. Ron could hear them clattering against the walls inside. But it was the only sound—nothing more. If nothing comes shooting, flying, creeping or slithering out of there, then maybe we can be fairly sure the cave is empty.
Inside there was a reflected glitter from jagged walls but he also noticed that there was a still deeper darkness beyond where the shaft of light became lost without reaching the end of the cave. At any rate there was nothing to be seen of the things that Lofty had feared might be in there. The cave was empty. But what do you expect to find?
The mystery of the strange god Sssst was connected with the caverns. It seemed to be the simplest expedient to go into the caves and take a look around if he wanted to uncover the secret. This in itself might have been sufficient motivation but now Ron had a feeling that something in the depths of the cavern was drawing him as though by some magical power; and so it was only partially on his own volition that he stepped through the dark entrance.
It was an impulse he would have been unable to explain to Lofty if the latter had challenged him face to face. However, now that the old man had seen for himself that the place was empty he had apparently lose his sense of uneasiness.
He walked closely behind Ron but with a quick and confident step, while looking about him in all directions. After another 10 meters, Ron again directed the light beam from his lamp into the back of the cavern. The results were the same as before.
The shaft of light still did not reveal any end to the place. They continued onward. The bare rock walls offered nothing to their inspection other than a seepage of water droplets here and there. But the weird spell of attraction that came from the abyss of darkness ahead was somehow oppressive.
Ron stopped to look at Lofty, who seemed normally curious but at ease. Apparently he had sensed nothing of the bewitchment of the place. This irritated Ron. Am I alone susceptible to it? His smile and little wrinkles of cheerfulness, disappeared, to be replaced by a grimace of derision and scorn.
The released wave of energy hurled itself at the metallic masses of the spaceships and engulfed the first three of the teardrop vessels. Then as if this process of swallowing more worthy prey had been a signal for still swifter action the frightful yellow tide spread out over almost the entire area where the great armada had landed. When contacted by the yellowish flood, their metal hulls suddenly lost their form, collapsing into a sluggish liquid mass.
Simultaneously these masses were covered over by the onpressing energy wall. They briefly left a dark stain behind them and then existed no more. On Vagabond there were only 3 eyewitnesses to this soundless destruction of a mighty spacefleet. But these 3 mousebeavers could not comprehend that the extermination of the alien ships had saved their race from complete annihilation.
They had taken off silently but the 19th ship had not risen far enough to escape a high-reaching tendril of the deadly force. Upon contact, this vessel lost its form in a flash like its predecessors and collapsed into a sluggish, dark-staining residue which quickly faded and was no more. The 18 star ships made a hasty departure from Vagabond, leaving turbulent air masses in their wake. There was no roaring or thundering of propulsion engines to be heard.
The aliens disappeared in the direction of the small, feebly shining sun. For 5 planetary days the fanned-out plume of yellow energy hung over the cold and desolate world but on the 6th day it dissipated and faded away without a trace. Vagabond was Vagabond once more, Mars-like, chill and barren, and the mousebeavers continued to play through their simple and harmless lives.
They did not know that they had escaped extinction by the skin of their incisors. He was 53 years old and married. Through a refining process it was used to improve the material that Terran spacesuits were made of, which made them more impervious to cosmic rays than Arkonide spacesuits.
But McIntosh sat in the Com Room of the ship and thought neither of lysir nor of the planet Vagabond where Pucky came from—nor was he even thinking of spaceflight. His two youngsters Charles and Ben were keeping him in a state of continuous anxiety and fretfulness. The one boy was 18 and the other was The older boy was always getting into some kind of trouble and his younger brother never failed to help him in the process.
What kind of jam might they have gotten into this time, McIntosh asked himself, and he dreaded his return to Earth. He was thinking that if they had gotten info further mischief this time and if he had to pay out still more money to cover the damages, then… But the unhappy thought was interrupted.
On the upper portion of the display was an ominous maze of wildly peaking amplitudes and in the lower portion a diagram appeared. McIntosh was a quiet, withdrawn little man who had permitted himself the one indulgence of wearing a small goatee and refused to shave it off regardless of the hazing he took because of it. He breathed excitedly. He sat frozen in his seat and stared at the oscillograph as though the apparatus had just confronted him with the master riddles of the universe.
This tangled maze of sine waves and amplitude spikes and the incomprehensible diagram seemed to him so important that he got up against his better judgment to check the positronicon and see if the sensor data were actually going into the registers.
Then he went back and sat down. Our present position from Vagabond is 68 light-years. The waveforms and diagram patterns are so strange and indecipherable that I am requesting an energy-trace checkout!
Main sensors here have already picked up the blast trace, confirmed as Vagabond position. At least not immediately. There it took on its coveted cargo of lysir and was just taking off for its return trip when a telecom message was received from Terrania.
Instead of flying directly to Earth the Potomac was ordered to first pay a visit to Vagabond and make a few turns around the Marslike world in a reconnaissance orbit. Before McIntosh could ask any questions the great hypercom station on Terrania cut off the connection. Hodkin, who looked like a heavyweight boxer anyway, proceeded to blow his top when McIntosh transmitted this order to him over the intercom. So you can just brace yourself for no 3-day leave when we get back to Terrania!
Do you have to radio Earth for every minor detail that comes up? The freighter circled the desolate planet 8 times but as fate would have it the orbital passage took it 3 times over the critical location at an altitude of km.
Unseen below was an area of some 2 square, km which was completely glazed over and giving off a weak steel blue fluorescence. McIntosh was of the opinion that the major magnitude energy source had rapidly subsided. McIntosh ventured to make a suggestion. Certainly not the Chief? So this world that has nothing to even sink your teeth into is the place where our mousebeaver Pucky came from?
Hard to believe. But anyway, McIntosh, what the devil was it you detected? Did that energy blast really come from here? His voice betrayed uneasiness. He had not forgotten how brusque the Terranian energytracking operator had been with him on the telecom. Grimpel, Chief of EnergySensor Section! McIntosh, report to Mr. Grimpel with all reconnaissance data! Communications Officer McIntosh…! You catch? He nodded to his captain with a beaming smile. Hodkin, for giving me back my 3-day leave!
He made a conciliatory gesture. Such vectors of tension were not easy to eliminate but the psychologists had given up searching for causes after Reginald Bell had expressed himself on the matter.
Walter Grimpel. First of all I have a question: have you been able to figure out in the meantime what all those spaghetti wave patterns were trying to indicate? And you? McIntosh laughed. But you must have deduced something by now. But now have a seat, please, Mr.
And immediately Pucky came to mind, since the mousebeaver had originated from that sparsely covered Mars-sized planet. Rhodan pondered over this report much longer than he had intended to. Later in the evening when he returned to his office after a strenuous political meeting he reached for the same notes again. Something bothered him. He gave his full concentration to the written data before him.
I have your report. But now he gave full vent to his anger. Just think of how many bogey sources there can be over a stretch of many light-years which could falsify the sensor results.
Com Officer McIntosh only had an M sensor at his disposal. I have compared his results with ours. The greatest computer brain we have in Terrania refused to give an answer but the positronicon on Venus has determined within a certainty factor of The Brain refuses to grant the possibility that this kind of energy exists. Send over all available input on this that you have and deliver it to the boarding lock of the Drusus—including the material from the Communications officer. Thank you very much, Mr.
Just once he thought fleetingly of Pucky the mousebeaver before he turned to other problems. Later when Rhodan stepped into the boarding lock of the Drusus, which stood ready for takeoff, the lock officer handed him the package from the Chief of the Terranian Energy-Sensor Station.
In 3 days at most, thought Rhodan, we will know more. He failed to suspect that he had forfeited a onetime opportunity. In each of the 4 alien vessels an orgh appeared to be active again with the task of unloading the cavernous holds because one set of machinery after another floated outward on invisible beams and the various assemblies came methodically together in a staging process as though being constructed by magical hands. Here was a technology that overshadowed anything that had ever been seen in this part of the galaxy.
Only a few dozen monsters moved about in their strange hopping motions near the edge of the glazed-over area and now they demonstrated that they were equipped with more than the transceiver organisms at the tapered ends of their teardrop heads. Hidden in their 4 arms were certain work tools which they now made use of. In these organic instruments alone was a monstrous alienness apparent.
Out of tiny openings between their hook-like claws came beams of energy which cut into the crystallized surface of the glazed area and carved out ellipsoid 1-foot chunks of the fluorescent material. These beams were so powerful that they performed the carving—with effortless ease. Then the independently operating orgh of the nearest ship must have taken over because the ellipsoid chunks of crystallized substance floated upwards onto the invisible beams and approached the vessel, finally to disappear into its open lock.
Meanwhile the machine parts had been assembled into a monstrous mechanism of some sort, which was standing at the edge of the solidified energy lake. From the highest hill in the distance a single mousebeaver witnessed the scene. Finally it drew in its broad beaver tail, took one more look at the hideous machine, assembly and hopped away in terror down the farther slope, finally taking refuge in its underground abode.
Measuring more than meters in length, the elongated string of machinery suddenly raised up from the ground and hovered at a height of only 20 centimetres or so.
Then it moved out over the two square kilometres of the glazed lake and went to work. Between the sweeping front edge of the assemblage and the crystallized surface below, the air shimmered strangely with a pale orange light.
The peripheral zone of the fluorescent plane quickly broke up like an ice floe being carried away and melted down by a warm flood of water. But this process went further. Under the massive cleanup operation, this part of the once molten lake disappeared entirely without leaving the slightest trace of its crystal formation.
The decomposition and dissolving process seemed to accelerate almost by itself. The serpentine linkage of machines moved soundlessly forward, faster and faster, and in less than 10 minutes it reached the opposite edge of the glazed area. Then it whipped about and with even greater speed approached the landing place of the 4 tandem-hulled teardrop ships.
Two hours later, no crystallized lake of fluorescent energy was to be seen on Vagabond. The monsters had eliminated all traces of their presence here, yet they were still not satisfied with the results. With a ghostly absence of sound, the long string of machinery was disassembled in the same invisible manner in which it had been put together and the individual components swiftly disappeared into the holds of the alien spaceships.
In front of the vessels there were no more of the two-faced monstrosities to be seen. The elliptical hatches of the star ships closed. The vessels seemed to be ready to leave but no takeoff occurred. Instead, a tornado broke out at a distance of some km from the landing area and rose angrily above the rust-red deserts of Vagabond. At first it swirled in one spot and sucked up great masses of sand with its titanic forces.
The longer the cyclone raged, the more it swelled in diameter, yet it did not move from the location of its origin. It also grew in height so that within half an hour the viciously spinning tower of dust reached an altitude of 20 km. The roaring and howling of the whirlwind exceeded anything that Vagabond had ever experienced.
In their deep and extensive burrows the mousebeavers huddled together and trembled, frightened by this natural catastrophe whose horrible song thundered in. Even the most venturesome and curious of the comical creatures did not dare to go out and have a look around.
Finally the giant black pillar, measuring more than 15 km in diameter, began to set itself in motion. The super storm swept toward the former location of the crystallized lake at a tremendous speed. En route the cyclone tore up further masses of sand and took them with it. With deep rumblings and thundering it swept onward, darkening the skies and bringing with it the shadows of night.
The 4 double-hulled teardrop ships lay on the landing field as though forgotten. The monsters inside appeared not to fear this titanic maelstrom of forces. The storm mass reached the former area of the glassy lake and came to a hovering stop, at the same time lessening its whirling motion. Mountainous torrents of reddish sand poured downward over this portion of the chill planet.
Within a few minutes the entire area was buried under a meter layer of sand and even the 4 spaceships were not spared. The nearest crests of the hills hardly protruded from the drift-like surface. Within a short period of time the appearance of this stretch of land had been completely changed. The cyclone moved onward but did not regain its raving rate of rotation. Although its forward movement was still in the range of km per hour, the giant pillar slowly collapsed into a broad storm area much closer to the ground.
Where it raced over the surface of Vagabond it left the earth buried under drifts and dunes of sand which finally covered an area km long and km wide. As suddenly as they had mysteriously come into being, the catastrophic forces subsided, which was an indication that the entire storm had been generated by artificial means.
And once more the dreary planet of Vagabond was dominated by silence, coldness and desolation. Inside the second spaceship was a gal to whom the 4 shaftgals were subordinate. Nothing in his physical appearance differentiated him from the others but in the manner in which he sat before his strange-looking observation consoles he expressed his power unmistakably.
After observing the collapse of the cyclonic storm, he swung about in his oddly shaped seat and beamed a message through his sending organ to the shaftgal underlings. The depressions left behind by our ships are to be camouflaged! They protruded some 80 meters above it.
Now as one ship after the other rose soundlessly upward they all came to a hovering stop in the air. Beneath them were 8 long troughs in the sand, which had been made by their 4 double hulls. Then suddenly a vast invisible hand appeared to sweep over the sandy surface and fill in every hole, leaving no brace behind.
After that the ships picked up speed on a vertical course into the sky, where they disappeared in a frightening burst of acceleration. Nine hours after their landing there was no clue left on Vagabond to reveal the temporary presence of the aliens. At this same time, Perry Rhodan contacted the chief of the Energy-Sensor Station in Terrania and assigned him the task of flying to Vagabond in a Stateclass cruiser, where he was to make a thorough investigation.
He sat in front of Perry Rhodan and gave his report. But there again, nothing was to be found. The ship was all set for takeoff again when I went outside for the last time… and that, sir, is when I found this.
He shoved it ever to Rhodan. With renewed interest, Rhodan picked it up with his fingers and then dropped it into his palm and weighed it.
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What is it? Then, as was his habit in most moments of excitement, he calmed himself and spoke quietly. Sand, you say? And you spoke of a sandstorm on Vagabond? This heavy material is supposed to be sand? And that just about winds up my report, sir. We found a few finally at the southern pole and two days later we ran into a large group of them on the other side of the planet in the equatorial zone. Unfortunately they made it impossible for us to communicate with them. Things started doing flips and falling even from the ceiling… and three times I myself was caught in the telekinetic grasp of one of those little devils.
Those mousebeavers can be a regular plague! But he was plainly not satisfied with the results of the reconnaissance trip to Vagabond. He still held the piece of mysterious substance between his fingers and now he looked at it again. But everything was without result— everything! Owing to his excellent memory for faces, Bell immediately recognized the Chief of the Energy-Sensor Centre and he knew of the assignment he had been on. When he went into the office he sat down unceremoniously in the still warm seat Grimpel had left.
Anything new, Perry? When he carefully picked it up the first thing he noticed was its weight. It was found on Vagabond under 20 meters of sand. For any action on Vagabond, he would have been the number one candidate! To take off the wrappings— the Vagabond excursion turned out to be a dud. Am I right? Bell grinned. Make a run for it. Those mousebeavers are really little rascals once they start playing.
Have you forgotten already the tricks that Pucky played on us that first time and what we had to go through on Vagabond? But to get back to this lump of heavy material… have you given thought to the Druufs? Whatever we have on record concerning the Druuf universe has been retrieved in order to help us decipher the pattern charts and a very wild assortment of sine waves.
The Think-Clinker on Venus! Always this mechanized think-tank business! Are we as familiar with the Druuf universe as some people might think we are? I mean, do we know it like the back of our hands? So Venus positronic, my eye! What do you really know? Imagination and the powers of extrapolation, the very things that distinguish us as humans—your positronicon has never heard of those.
I have a notion that Druuf ships have been fooling around on Vagabond. What does your C analysis show on this little heavyweight chunk—I mean, as to its age? So what do you say now? No Druuf matter would fail to show some C Well now, that does open up the doors! What next? Two weeks ago we were just getting acquainted with the water people of Opghan—and now this!
But can we be sure the energy blast occurred on Vagabond and not off of it somewhere in the middle of the void? Are the readings of our sensors so exact that a mistake is out of the question? The Repairman. Harry Harrison. Destiny's Forge: A Man-Kzin Wars Novel. Paul Chafe. Sticks and Stones: A Trek Novel.
Robert Jeschonek. Man-Kzin Wars XI. Larry Niven. Geodesica Descent. Sean Williams. Young Flandry. Poul Anderson. Harbingers of the Dawn. Zachariah Wahrer.
The Life Engineered. JF Dubeau. I Remember Lemuria. Richard Shaver. Hymns of the Sama Veda. David Falkayn: Star Trader. The Stars in Shroud. Gregory Benford. Space Opera. Rich Horton. The Alien Invasion Survival Handbook. The Last Continent. Edmund Cooper. Man-Kzin Wars IV. The Amphora Project.
William Kotzwinkle. The New Space Opera.
Gardner Dozois. The Chronicles of Old Guy. Timothy Gawne. Strider's Galaxy. John Grant. First-Person Singularities. Robert Silverberg. Shattered Destiny Episode Six. Odette C.
Ellimist Chronicles Animorphs. Better Angels. Howard V. The Chapter Ends. Poul William Anderson. Space Eldritch II: The Haunted Stars. Nathan Shumate.
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In the Distance, and Ahead in Time. George Zebrowski. The Atlantean Chronicles.Using everything from air-dropped pacifiers to floating soccer balls, [Ortiz] had been behind efforts to encourage FARC soldiers to desert before. Perry Rhodan digital. Aromatic hides and leathers? Its hind portion was missing and yet it seemed to move. One fully manned glider had been spared because its pilot had been too cautious to attempt a haphazard landing inside the forest.
It was hot outside—and still as death. Although their language could be understood, the serpent people seemed to be a bit wary or skittish about revealing too much concerning their lives in the remoteness of the glass forests. The department was not very happy with the assignment because the delivery schedule called for finishing all 30 of the suits for Lt.
Emons Verlag. But then he would tell himself, as he did now, that after all the house could only reflect his own temperament, which was characterized by a restless zeal for action.